Oh, Magic Bulba,
We know you have no brain,
If relish tasted like lemons,
We know you'd go insane.
You're such a madman,
You bask in your wrath.
Though it was the Civil War,
when you last took a bath.
Oh, Magic Bulba,
Get yourself a life.
All you have's three girlfriends,
And then there is your wife.
You're such a moron
As stupid as an ox.
That's why you wear,
Red and Green striped socks.
Oh, Magic Bulba,
Do have any sense.
You could be the king,
But instead you were the prince.
You are so immoral,
So relitively creul.
Unfortunately your mind's,
the exact same as mule.
So, Bulba,
in conclusion,
Quit all your confusion.
You're a stupid rat.
(I know that doesn't rhyme) |